So I Married a Werewolf (Entangled Covet) by Kristin Miller Page A

expecting, not by a long shot, but Faith never was. She always managed to surprise him, to take him off guard.
    Where was the flowing white dress? The veil that hid her teary eyes? The bouquet of flowers?
    It was going to be easy pretending that this wedding was a sham.
    No emotional attachment.
    He coughed out a laugh. “At least it’s white.”
    “I look like the abominable snowman!” She charged up and smacked him in the shoulder as if he was the one who’d said it. “I searched every store within a five-block radius. Do you know how hard it is to find a white dress in the middle of winter? Let me tell you, it’s impossible. This was all I could find. Someone needs to design a blog the way I did, but for weddings. You know, with links to great dresses and flowers and things for local shoppers. All in one place.”
    Really was a great idea. The girl had brains, and beauty.
    “You should do it then. Dog trainer and wedding planner extraordinaire. You could merge the blogs into one and call it Matrimonial Mutts .” He grinned when she smacked him again, then flinched against her attack. For her effort. “I think you look great. Snowy, but great.”
    “Shut it.” But she smiled, and her entire face lit up. “Where’d you find the suit?”
    “I brought it.” He smoothed down his black slacks and double-checked that the white handkerchief was still poking out of the front breast pocket. “I was under the impression there were going to be some bureau meetings.”
    “Good call. Where is everyone?” She glanced around the lobby. “Have you heard from the captain?”
    “No, but I think it’s about time we head up.” He checked the time. It was nearly six o’clock, which meant they had a few minutes to get to the room reserved for their wedding. “Ready?”
    She sighed. “Consider me your snow-woman, ready for escort.”
    They didn’t talk on the elevator ride up. The air seemed clouded with tension, which was so unlike them. When the doors peeled open, Faith gasped and grabbed his arm, sending jolts of electricity shooting to his shoulder and down into his chest.
    The captain and five high-ranking officials craned around to stare at them as they stepped out.
    “Thank you for coming on such short notice,” Carter said, touching Faith’s hand, which still gripped his arm. Her skin was warm and much softer than he thought it’d be. “We’re happy you could be here.”
    “Are you kidding?” Captain Rich said, extending his arms wide. “One of our enforcers is getting married today! We wouldn’t miss it.”
    Smiling tightly, the other officials turned and made their way onto the wide-sweeping balcony outside a set of glass double doors. Although the rain had let up, the wind didn’t get the same memo. It blew fiercely over the balcony, and as Carter led Faith outside, he staggered back from the force. A balding minister waited at the balcony’s ledge, his silky black robe swirling and tangling around his legs.
    Holy son of a preacher man, this was really happening.
    Now or never.
    If he jumped off the ledge, would he live?
    “Carter?” Faith said, shaking his arm. “The minister asked if you’re ready.”
    “Oh. Yes.” He shook his head as an icy gust of wind whipped around the edge of the building, leveling into them. Which ledge had he been thinking about again? “Of course I am—we are.”
    The captain and the other officials stood back against the windows, waiting. Watching with suspicious looks marring their faces. Simon had been right: Nate must’ve told the members of the bureau about his doubts.
    As Faith took her place on one side of the pastor, Carter faced her. She was cute in her snow gear, puffy and warm. She was closer to a fluffy rabbit than the abominable snowman. She tried to cover her scar, but with the wind thrashing around them like this, her hair wouldn’t stay put. The fading purple line started at her left ear and traveled down her neck, disappearing into the